Poetry

For Though I Go

So slow and so I know to

Take this step, this leap and travel

Village, town, city, state

Groove and gouge gratuitous

Gracious rural ideal escape.

Land cannot list to be so spacious

As to hold me.

Console me.

Provoke, prognosticate

Alliterate and unite free

Indirect discursive bait

For my return to eliminate

Memories; trimester, trimeter

Tetrameter advance, return

From whence you came, the mental desert does not dictate.

Retreat and I disclose myself

To the world.

I erupt into all

Enflamed by passion’s

Passion for me to lie where I lay

And focus my self-destruction

On you, land my blows upon your head

And feast on you; my heart is full.

Fill my heart, oh battered victim,

And feel your heart and breath constricting.

Michael Bates